Having a sick boyfriend has got to be the most guilt-inducing activity anyone ever created. I feel awful leaving him for even ten seconds, even if he's been chipper as can be about it all (while turning his stomach inside out inside his mouth, it's acrobatic and disgusting, you really ought to stop by and see it-- twenty bucks a pop for the Astounding Stomach Flip, Yours Will Do One Too!).
I've been trying to spend as much time with him as possible, when I'm not at work or in the newspaper office. If you want the truth, I'm exhausted; I put my head down for two seconds and fell completely asleep in class the other day. I'm fairly sure I still have my chemistry notes imprinted on my forehead.
So that's where I've been. I know you're all completely deprived of my enlightened presence and all that absolute bull, but try to save it, will you?
(On top of this, I am thinking of auditioning for the school play. Hey. It would be fun.)